I cannot recall my first fast. Like my first prayer, it’s lost to the archive. But I do remember the pain of that first fast, for it is the same pain I experience today. I feel I have gotten no better at it. Fasting is still a battle.

I cannot recall my first fast. Like my first prayer, it’s lost to the archive. But I do remember the pain of that first fast, for it is the same pain I experience today. I feel I have gotten no better at it. Fasting is still a battle...

Some things ought not to be broadcast. Secrecy and privacy are often the best alternatives. Not everything has to be lived out in the open. Not every story must be told. But how do we decide what to make public?